Frozen: Brooklyn's Snowflake

Chapter 5

It had now been a couple weeks since the incident, and Brooklyn and Anna had been fully recovered. Brooklyn did his best to talk to Elsa on the first week, knocking gently on her door.

"Elsa? It's me, Brooklyn. Can I see you? Please?" He begged, feeling sadness inside at the fact she had to have her own room and to be kept away from him and her sister.

But the door didn't open. Brooklyn sighed, a sad look on his face before leaving.

He ventured into the ballroom to see Anna who was sitting in the center, looking sad. Brooklyn sighed, joining to sit with her.

"Where's my sister, Brooklyn? I miss her." Anna whimpered. She had a white stripe on her hair that Brooklyn didn't remember from before like how his blue one appeared. He just gave her a hug.

"I- She's needing her privacy. Your parents told me when I woke. I'll still be here for you, though," he said softly. Anna cried into his arms.

"Want my sister!" She sobbed. Brooklyn didn't reply anymore after that, just trying to comfort the child best as he could.

....

And so it carried on even further from there; Elsa remaining in her room and shutting both her sister and guardian out. Anna today was to make another attempt to talk to her sister after waking and seeing snow falling down. Brooklyn smiled at the sight of the snow, but sad he couldn't have his clan with him still. It made it all the more upsetting with this separation from the one daughter he had formed a close bond with.

Following Anna but staying out of the way this time Brooklyn watched Anna knock rhythmically on the door, and she then sang a tune to encourage Elsa to come out.

"Do you want to build a snowman? Come on, lets go and play! We never see you anymore, it's like you've gone away!

We three used to be best buddies! But now we're not! I wish you would tell us why! Do you want to build a snowman? It doesn't have to be a snowman!"

But then Brook's ears perked up, hearing Elsa. But all she said was;

"Go away, Anna!"

A frown showed on his face, looking down. Anna frowned too. "Okay, by..." she whispered, turning to leave. She saw Brooklyn who stepped out, a little smile there but his eyes saddened.

"Keep trying, I know we will see her again sooner or later..." he said melancholy, taking her hand and squeezing it. Anna sniffled, nodding.

She kept on doing her best to talk to Elsa, but every time Elsa shunned her or remained quiet. Near the holidays (Brooklyn had learned of their traditional holiday celebration that had happened many times before his arrival) Anna had wanted to make a card.

Brooklyn helped with the one thing Anna remembered from their times together: their snowman Olaf. They made a special Olaf card for Elsa on that Christmas Eve after the Yule Bell was rung, slipping the card under the door once Anna did her knocking. Brook gave a smile, a hand on the door, imagining Elsa opening it.

"Merry Christmas, Elsa," he said softly, head on the door with his eyes closed. On the other side, Elsa could feel Brooklyn and her sister's presence, tears falling down her face.

....

Another several months rolled by, lonely ones. The girls had grown quite a few inches, Brooklyn remaining their guardian even with Elsa still shut in her room. Anna now 10 years old went to try again to coax her sister out, Brooklyn waiting with her when doing her rhythmic knocking.

"Do you want to build a snowman? Or ride our bikes around the halls?" Brook watched in amusement when he saw Anna balance on her bike then fall off.

"I think some company is overdue, I started talking to the pictures on the walls! Hang in there Joan! It gets a little lonely, all these empty rooms, just watching the hours tick by..." she watched a clock ticking, Brooklyn's sorrow for missing Elsa growing again. How much longer should they do this?